Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 214 Tattoo

"What's wrong, Xiao Cuo? Don't cry."

With worry in his eyes, Yu Hansheng patted Cheng Cuo's back to comfort him.

Cheng Cuo didn't want things to be like this either, but she couldn't control her tears at all.

He gripped Yu Hansheng's clothes tightly, his heart aching, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Yu Hansheng was not annoyed by this.

She simply held him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder and softly comforting him.

"Is something upsetting you thinking about? If you want to cry, just cry it out. I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you."

Cheng Cuo frantically drew warmth from Yu Hansheng's hard chest.

With her body trembling, Cheng Cuo spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Am I pathetic like this?"

Yu Hansheng raised his hand and covered Cheng Cuo's head. His hair was soft and limp, just like its owner's.

"No, I think it's cute."

Cheng Cuo couldn't help but curse "crazy," but his voice was thick with sobs and had no offensive power whatsoever.

"So what is it about me that you like?"

"I'm selfish and speak rudely..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Hansheng raised her hand to cover her incessantly chattering mouth.

Yu Hansheng gently placed his warm palm on Cheng Cuo's lips, lowered his eyes, and coaxed her patiently.

"Xiao Cuo, look me in the eyes first."

"First of all, everyone is born with some flaws; no one is perfect."

"Secondly, your selfishness is simply a result of your family of origin."

“You have always revolved around your parents and cared about their feelings, but you have never cared about your own feelings and have never received their love.”

"Finally, you gave up and decided to make up for what you didn't get in your childhood one by one when you grew up, which is why you developed your selfish personality."

Ultimately, it's just a lack of enough love.

"Speaking harshly is just a way to protect one's sensitive and fragile heart."

"There's nothing wrong with being selfish. It just proves that you care about yourself and love yourself, and that's enough."

"Also, it doesn't matter what happens to you, I will still like you as always."

"In my eyes, you are still a cute little hedgehog."

In that instant, Cheng Cuo realized that with Yu Hansheng, he finally had the right to express his vulnerability.

Finally, Cheng Cuo cried herself to sleep in Yu Hansheng's arms, and Yu Hansheng carried her back to bed with one hand until they both fell asleep.

A week is enough for them to do a lot.

The next morning, Yu Hansheng got up as usual to make breakfast.

Cheng Cuo turned over, her fingers unconsciously reaching to her side, where the area had already turned cold.

Hmm, why is Yu Hansheng up so early?

As if knowing that Cheng Cuo had woken up, Yu Hansheng brought a glass of milk and two sandwiches into the room.

"Awake? Get up and have breakfast."

The two tacitly avoided mentioning what happened last night.

However, crying in front of another grown man would be too girly.

Cheng Cuo couldn't bear to recall it, so she took the milk and drank it slowly.

Yu Hansheng spoke in a tone of consultation.

"I'm going out in a bit, will you stay home and behave?"

"The white cane I bought for you has arrived; it's right by your bedside."

"And take this bell. Ring it if you need anything."

Cheng Cuo didn't ask Yu Hansheng where he was going or why he wasn't taking him along. Was it because he thought his blindness was a hassle?

He simply gave a light "hmm" and waved casually, telling him to leave quickly.

After Yu Hansheng really left, Cheng Cuo felt a strange emptiness in his heart, and gently rubbed the bell with his fingertips.

Pshaw, it's so boring staying at home all by himself, how could he not go out?

Without hesitation, Cheng Cuo reached for the headboard, stuffed the bell into his pocket, grabbed his white cane, and went out the door.

Little did Cheng Cuo know that the red light above flickered a few times as he closed the door.

On the other side, Yu Hansheng walked into a tattoo shop.

"Welcome!" The owner greeted us warmly. "May I ask what you would like to order...?"

The boss paused halfway through his sentence, seemingly surprised.

"Hey, rare visitor!"

"It's a rare treat for Brother Yu to grace us with his presence. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly."

The boss smiled broadly and put his arm around Yu Hansheng's shoulder like a brother.

"What, you actually have the leisure to get a tattoo now?"

"Yes, for one person."

The shop owner raised an eyebrow slightly, knowingly saying, "It's for that kid, isn't it? What kind of tattoo do you want?"

Yu Hansheng had a calm expression, droopy eyelids, and a low voice.

"Left wrist, eye."

"Alright, but you know the rules in our line of work..."

Yu Hansheng raised his eyes and smiled calmly.

"I know that once a deal is made, it cannot be reversed or changed."

"let's start."

The boss didn't say much and led Yu Hansheng to a small room behind the counter.

An hour later, Yu Hansheng examined his left wrist with satisfaction and raised his voice.

"Thanks!"

The boss waved his hand and whispered in his ear what he had just said.

"You haven't changed at all."

"Su Yan, stop nagging."

"Alright, take care!"

After saying that, Su Yan pulled the little girl next to him over and smiled ambiguously.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at him, he's a total love-obsessed guy, I don't even know what to say about him."

The little girl scratched her head in confusion.

"What's wrong with being love-struck?"

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Cheng Cuo's cheeks were flushed red from the sun.

It was snowing heavily before we entered the dungeon, but it turned into a sweltering summer day when we left.

He closed his eyes and explored forward with a white cane.

Strange glances were frequently cast at him, all expressing pity that such a handsome young man had gone blind at such a young age.

Unbeknownst to Cheng Cuo, just as he was about to step onto the zebra crossing in the last second of the green light, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Cheng Cuo, turn around."

Cheng Cuo turned around and subconsciously opened his eyes.

Surrounded by a bustling crowd, he could only see Yu Hansheng's tall and imposing figure.

The bell rang crisply, its sound coinciding with Cheng Cuo's heartbeat.

His vision miraculously returned to normal.

With a faint smile in his eyes, Yu Hansheng strode forward with light steps.

"You still went out."

"Tch, I have hands and feet, why can't I go out?"

"No, why are you wearing those black-rimmed glasses again? They look absolutely hideous."

"What, you can see me now?"

"That's not the point."

"Okay, okay, I'll pick them off when I get home. Let's go home and have dinner first."

Cheng Cuo's heart pounded like a drum as he let Yu Hansheng lead him forward by the hand.

After going out for a while, everything started to feel off.

Not only does he wear glasses, but he also wears long sleeves even in the sweltering heat.

Yu Hansheng must have taken the wrong medicine.

While Cheng Cuo was lost in thought, the two had already arrived at their doorstep.

Yu Hansheng took out his key and opened the door. Cheng Cuo stood behind him with a strange expression.

After much thought, he could only come up with one possibility.

However, this still needs to be verified.

As soon as they entered, Cheng Cuo grabbed Yu Hansheng and pulled him against the door, making him look directly into his eyes.

Behind the glasses, a pair of light blue pupils reflected Cheng Cuo's figure.

Immediately, he understood everything.

Cheng Cuo pursed his lips, staring intently at Yu Hansheng, his anger simmering: "What foolish thing have you done now?"

"I did it voluntarily."

Cheng Cuo tried his best to calm his breathing; he desperately wanted to smash Yu Hansheng's head into the wall.

But he didn't do that. He clenched his fist, veins bulging, and swung it at Yu Hansheng.

A solid punch knocked Yu Hansheng's glasses askew.

Cheng Cuo said this almost through gritted teeth.

"Yu Hansheng, did you hear me clearly?"

"I hate your self-righteous sacrifices, I hate your willingness to shield me from harm, and I hate how you barged into my world without a word."

I hate you so much.

Yu Hansheng was at a loss for what to do, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible sadness and vulnerability.

"Don't hate me."

Cheng Cuo was breathing heavily. With great force, he pushed him aside and opened the door.

Yu Hansheng clung tightly to the door, secretly competing with him.

Cheng Cuo glared at him, amused by his behavior, and said cruelly.

"let go!"

After a long standoff, Yu Hansheng was the first to give in and slowly released his grip.

Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the eyelids, obscuring the wearer's emotions.

Cheng Cuo ran to the main road in a fit of anger and kicked a stone block.

He was wearing sandals, and immediately gasped and started cursing.

"This fucked-up world."

"Yu Hansheng, I'll fuck your grandpa!"